Value Proposition Design Osterwalder

“Let’s end this. Let’s break up,” he said, his voice cold. “Stacy is the only woman I’ve ever loved,” he continued, humiliating her in front of everyone at his birthday party. Cassia’s head spun as she stood there, unable to move or utter a word. For the past five years, she had put him first in everything, even choosing him over her career and future. She loved him so deeply that she wouldn’t have minded losing it all just to be with him. Her only desire was to have his heart, but despite all her sacrifices, when his first love returned, he chose her, neglecting Cassia and shattering her entire world. How was she supposed to pick herself up after giving everything for him? But Cassia was determined. She vowed to get back at him—and at everyone who underestimated her. After he chose his first love over her, she resolved to start fresh, become successful, and compete with Darvan’s company. This time, her revenge would be cold and calculated. She wouldn’t be swayed by emotions again. Now, however, she was torn between two charming men: a well-known senior in the design world and Darvan’s uncle, who controlled a significant portion of the family’s business shares. She wondered whether she should align herself with her senior or use Darvan’s uncle to bring down the entire family. Meanwhile, Darvan realized too late that he needed her back. He had fallen deeply in love with her. “Please, let’s get back together. I want to fight for us this time,” the famous Darvan Sinclair begged, dropping to his knees and pleading for her forgiveness. He would do more than just beg if it meant keeping her by his side again.

« Je ferai n'importe quoi ! » supplie-t-elle en me saisissant les mains. « Je ferai n'importe quoi. Laissez-le partir. Il a fait une erreur. » « Ce n'est pas une excuse. C'était une erreur coûteuse. » « S'il vous plaît. Je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez. Absolument tout. » Je laisse le silence s'installer entre nous, réfléchissant attentivement, les yeux rivés sur la fermeté et la plénitude de sa poitrine. « N'importe quoi, princesse ? » Elle lâche mes mains et se redresse, relevant le menton. Je la vois déglutir nerveusement. « O-Oui. Absolument tout. » Je porte mes doigts à son visage, essuyant mes pouces de ses larmes. Je les fais glisser le long de sa mâchoire forte, jusqu'à sa gorge, sur le creux de ses clavicules, sur la peau de sa poitrine, m'arrêtant entre ses seins. Je tourne silencieusement autour de cet endroit tandis qu'elle retient son souffle, peut-être d'impatience. « Me laisserais-tu te faire l'amour, Titania ? » Titania Williams, fougueuse mais innocente, est surtout connue pour se trouver au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment, et cette fois-ci, elle va en avoir pour son argent. Lorsque son cher oncle Patrick trahit Kristoff Stavkros, l'un des plus puissants parrains de la mafia new-yorkaise, Titania se retrouve malgré elle prise dans l'engrenage du crime et de la tromperie. Pour sauver son oncle, elle fait une proposition à Kristoff. Elle sera sienne pendant un mois. Trente jours, son corps lui appartient. Absurde, n'est-ce pas ? Mais Titania joue le jeu. Comment pourra-t-elle s'en sortir quand Kristoff change constamment les règles et est déterminé à la garder pour toujours ?

Everyone thought Stellar Rivers was a fraud—a fake heiress thrown out by the powerful Harlow family. They believed her real parents were supposedly poor nobodies from the countryside. With nowhere else to go, she clung to Percy Moore, the youngest heir of the illustrious Moore family. Try as they might, no one could drive her away. But when Stellar overheard that Percy planned to marry the Harlow family’s true heiress, her lifelong rival, everything changed. Fine, he could have his perfect match. Stellar wasn’t going to waste another moment on someone who didn’t value her. Instead, she turned her back on him and reclaimed the life that had always been hers. A country bumpkin? Hardly. It turned out Stellar’s real family was wealthier and more powerful than anyone could imagine. With four influential uncles showering her with love and protection, she was ready to take the world by storm. And while she believed in playing fair, she also knew one thing: revenge was best served by her own hand. Meanwhile, Percy’s perfect world began to unravel. Without Stellar, his life was a mess—his business floundered, his fiancée’s reputation crumbled, and his carefully constructed future came crashing down. Desperate and full of regret, he showed up at Stellar’s doorstep, begging her to come back. But Stellar only smirked, casually leaning onto the tall, devastatingly handsome man at her side. “Sorry, Percy. I don’t take back what I’ve already let go.” As if that wasn’t enough, Stellar even dismissed the powerful man standing beside her, leaving him in the dust. “I said it before, and I’ll say it again—I don’t go back to what’s already behind me.” Even Stephen Ward, who broken off their engagement before they ever met, found himself on his knees, pleading, “Honey, I was wrong. Please, give me another chance!”

Durante a cerimônia de premiação da Competição Internacional de Design de Joias, a minha meia-irmã recebeu o grande prêmio, só que usando os designs que havia roubado de mim. E qual era o grande prêmio? Tornar-se a noiva do principal patrocinador da premiação, Jude Moretti, o Padrinho da família Moretti. Ele era um homem cruel e ambicioso, mas que acabou atingido por uma grande explosão e por isso diziam que ele não podia ter filhos. Naquela noite, os homens de Moretti, vestidos com seus paletós pretos, traziam um contrato de casamento todo cravejado a ouro. Eles buscavam a "artesã extraordinária". Meu noivo, Marco, entrou em pânico e fugiu com a Sandra às pressas para Vegas, eles se casaram naquela noite e ela foi salva. Com o ato consumado, Sandra retornou usando o meu vestido de seda, o pescoço cheio de marcas e exibindo um anel brilhante em seu dedo. — Agora, o Marco é meu. — Ela disse em tom de deboche. — O que você vai fazer, Odessa? O padrinho te deu apenas um dia para decidir. Se você não se casar, a Família vai pedir uma compensação e você terá que trabalhar em algum cortiço qualquer, ou quem sabe eles não te vendem para algum maluco com fetiches estranhos. Ela estava enganada, eu não tinha escolha. Mais cedo, eu encontrei meu pai e minha madrasta tendo dificuldades para lidar com aquele contrato. — Eu faço isso! — Eu disse. — Eu me caso com o Padrinho.

"Tapi aku tebak hubungan terlarang kalian sudah sangat lama sebelum itu, bukan?" Risa tersenyum masam. "Sialnya aku tidak berdaya mendepakmu, karena Satria tidak mengijinkannya. Satria selalu protes ketika aku punya keinginan untuk bercerai denganmu. Hah Satria yang malang, yang sejak awal tidak pernah kau inginkan, namun ia begitu menyayangimu." "Untuk Satria …, maaf Ris, maafkan--." Danu tidak dapat mengeluarkan suara mengingat Satria yang baru dua hari meninggal dunia. Jauh di lubuk hatinya, ia juga sangat menyayangi Satria. "Maaf, hhh tidak cukup kata maaf dengan kelakuan bejatmu yang tidak pernah peduli kepada Satria. Dia Satria, anak yang dari awal tidak kau inginkan. Dia, yang tidak pernah kau perhatikan ketika dalam kandungan. Dia, yang harus lahir tanpa kehadiranmu menyambutnya. Dia, yang bahkan sampai hembusan napas terakhirnya pun, kau tidak peduli. Dimana mata batinmu itu, hah!" Risa sudah bergerak maju menunjuk dàda sebelah kiri Danu dengan telunjuk jarinya. "Kau seorang manusia yang dianugerahi pikiran, namun kau menutup mata, seakan buta. Aku tidak peduli kalau kau tidak pernah menganggapku ada, pérsetan dengan cinta, tapi Satria adalah darah dagingmu. Anak kandungmu, teganya kamu setelah menelantarkan dia ketika dalam kandunganku, kau masih sibuk mengejar kepuasanmu bersama selingkuhanmu ke luar negri disaat Satria bertaruh nyawa melawan kematiannya." Napas Risa tersengal, dàdanya naik turun tidak beraturan setelah mengeluarkan semua unek-unek isi hatinya, selama ini. *** Risa Aulia 25 tahun harus merasakan sakit yang bertubi-tubi ketika ia dihianati oleh suaminya Danuarta Prasetya 30 tahun dengan sahabat baiknya Karina Jelita 25 tahun, dua orang yang sangat di cintainya. Dapatkah Risa menyembuhkan kembali hatinya yang terlanjur hancur? Siapakah orang yang akan membantunya sedangkan ayah kandungnya yang menjadi tumpuan hidupnya juga sudah meninggalkan dirinya seorang diri di dunia ini. Akankah Dio Al Gazhali 22 tahun pria blasteran Jawa-Turki mampu menyembuhkan luka hatinya Risa. Sedangkan Danu, sang mantan datang kembali meminta kesempatan kedua. Cover Design by: Yozora Hikari

Le jour où Claire Jarry a fait une fausse couche, Adrien Charon et leur fils, Léo Charon, assistaient au spectacle préféré de l'amour idéal d'Adrien. « Claire, tu cherches toujours des histoires, tu trouves ça drôle ? » « Papa, change de maman, elle est trop pénible ! » Le jour de son anniversaire, Claire revenait de l'hôpital lorsqu'elle a découvert son mari en train de fêter l'anniversaire de son amour idéal. Le fils qu'elle avait mis au monde, au péril de sa vie, répétait sans cesse qu'il voulait protéger celle qui lui avait tout pris. Les yeux rougis, Claire a esquissé un sourire ; elle a quitté, sans hésiter, la prison conjugale qui l'avait enfermée pendant cinq ans. Adrien et Léo croyaient qu'en quittant la famille Charon, elle ne survivrait pas ; à leur grande surprise, elle est devenue une femme hors de leur portée. « Monsieur Charon ! Le modèle conçu par Madame a pris la tête des ventes nationales, il a totalement écrasé le groupe Charon ! » « Monsieur Charon ! Madame a remporté le championnat du monde de design en intelligence artificielle ! » « Monsieur Charon ! Madame a été invitée par un Président étranger à un banquet d'État ! » Le cœur en miettes, Adrien, tenant son fils, s'est mis à genoux devant elle, « Claire, je t'en supplie, aime-moi encore une fois ! Si tu reviens, je suis prêt à vivre comme un chien ! » Mais, de l'autre côté de la porte, Maxime Delaunay, d'une beauté troublante, portait un collier de cuir ; Il a enroulé la laisse ornée de diamants autour de la paume de Claire, le regard brûlait d'une dévotion folle, « Ma maîtresse, à partir d'aujourd'hui, je ne vivrai que pour toi. Adopte-moi, je t'en prie. »

Chuck Bassett, heir to an Urbington East fortune in Nuvark City, has dated 42 girlfriends—all foreign, all in white dresses, every single one with a mole at the corner of her eyebrow. People joke about his obsession, saying he'll never get over his first love, Lylith Fowler. Then, Lorrie Scarrow shows up. She's sharp, short-haired, hates dresses, and her eyes are clear and bright. She's nothing like the women he's dated before. Chuck buys her a private island. When she mentions how much she loves the stars, he fills the sky above their estate with millions of drones, crafting a shimmering galaxy just for her. He even gets her initial tattooed beneath his collarbone. Everyone is amazed. Chuck has finally moved on from the past. Even Lorrie starts to believe it. Until she spots him in the red-light district, shelling out a fortune to book a hostess for a whole month. The woman has short hair and a button-down shirt. She looks just like Lorrie. Chuck's friends are floored. "Have you lost your mind? Lylith changed her look, and now you're after someone who looks even more like her? Remember how she dumped you for that wealthy foreign businessman when she thought you were broke? "She only came crawling back after she found out you're the heir to one of the Four Great Families. You've always said there's nothing you hate more than women like that!" Chuck knocks back the shot. "I hate her, and I love her. She pulled me out of a fire ten years ago. No one else can ever replace her in my heart." "And what about Lorrie? You proposed to her! She gave up a career at one of the world's top design firms for you. Aren't you worried she'll walk away when she finds out?" Chuck leans back on the couch, his expression cold. "I won't marry a traitor. Lorrie's pure, innocent—the closest thing to how Lylith used to be. So I'll still marry her. She loves me too much to walk away." Unseen in the shadows, Lorrie stands frozen, her heart plummeting. Turns out, she's just another her.

Ditinggalkan di hari pernikahan sangat menyakitkan bagi seorang gadis bernama Ayla pramudita. Walaupun pernikahan itu adalah pernikahan tanpa kemauan darinya. Namun baginya sebuah pernikahan sangatlah sakral dan bukan untuk di jadikan ladang bisnis yang menguntungkan salah satu pihak. 6 bulan telah berlalu, perlahan Ayla mulai bangkit dari kejadian yang menyakitkan sekaligus membuatnya sedih. Senyuman indah dan keceriaan kini kembali hadir di hari-hari Ayla. Tapi itu tak berlangsung lama. Saat ia mengetahui kenyataan jika perusahaan tempat Ferdy (adiknya) magang adalah milik laki-laki yang telah menyandang status sebagai suaminya, maka Ayla memutuskan untuk ikut Ferdy dan melamar pekerjaan disana dengan tujuan agar segera menyelesaikan masalahnya dengan lelaki pemilik perusahaan itu. Ayla dan Ferdy pergi ke Jakarta dengan bantuan dari Abram. Bahkan Abram juga telah menyiapkan tempat tinggal lengkap dengan segala macam isinya. Rencana Ayla untuk segera bercerai dengan Wibbi ternyata tak semudah yang ia rencanakan. Laki-laki yang kini telah menyandang status sebagai suaminya itu tidak mau melepaskannya. Karena status pernikahannya dengan Ayla, maka Wibbi akan menjadi pewaris dari N.H group and company. Selama kebersamaan yang Wibbi lalui dengan Ayla, membuatnya jatuh hati dengan Ayla. Namun Ayla yang masih memendam sakit hati, tidak semudah itu mampu di taklukkan olehnya. Di tambah lagi dengan kehadiran cinta pertama Ayla yang selalu mendukungnya, membuat Wibbi semakin sulit mendapatkan hati Ayla. Di sisi lain, Abram yang memang telah lama jatuh cinta kepada Ayla, berjuang untuk kembali mendapatkan Ayla. Apalagi setelah ia mengetahui segala hal yang Ayla alami selama ini. Membuat Abram bertekad untuk membahagiakannya. Siapakah yang akan mendapatkan cinta Ayla? Apakah Wibbi mampu bersaing dengan Abram yang notabene cinta pertama Ayla? Lantas bagaimana dengan Abram? Apakah ia mampu mengambil Ayla dari tangan Wibbi? Jangan lupa untuk mengikuti kisah mereka!! Cover by.Tia design